by Emma Storris | All readables, Articles, News, Non-fiction
Over the last months I have regularly been baffled by what I saw happening around me. As more and more data became available, it also became clear that the coronavirus wasn’t as dangerous as we first feared. It certainly didn’t warrant the tremendous...
by Emma Storris | All readables, Fiction, Stories
Today is the first day of K-Fest 2018 in Killorglin, Ireland. For anyone who happens to be in the neighbourhood, I’d pop by if I were you. It is a colourful gathering of creative people showing the world – well, at least part of it – what they have...
by Emma Storris | All readables, Poetry
Sometimes prose just doesn’t suffice. Sometimes you need poetry to wrap your head around the world. Last weekend something happened that required poetry badly. Here’s a poem for a poet. And the son sat in the mother’s lap ‘I am so tired’ he said ‘I can’t...
by Emma Storris | All readables, Columns, Non-fiction
This week I finally did it: I cancelled my Facebook account. I was very late in joining the FB legion, but – once in – I was in completely. I collected friends, groups, pages and events. I was fully enjoying virtual life. But somewhere deep inside it...
by Emma Storris | All readables, Fiction, Stories
I never asked her, but I can imagine that Maria had plenty of moments when she wished she’d never promised my mother to take care of me. I wouldn’t blame her. For these first months with me must have been horrendous. I cried incessantly and, although I was...
by Emma Storris | All readables, Fiction, Stories
The story of my birth is a rather sad one, so I’m only going to tell it to you once. My mother was a bright blue ball of wool. She was a formidable lady who was completely selfless. A rather rare find in this day and age, I would say. She was always willing to...
